heartbeats racing the interstate
title: HEARTBEATS RACING THE INTERSTATE (03/20)
starring: jack barakat
rating: pg-13. i love the word fuck.
pov: first person but sometimes i go to thrid person. hope it doesn't get confusing.
author: me! andicantspell
summary: olivia is just the sister of alex gaskarth who is forced to merch for his band.
disclaimer: i own jack. i do. my bad. actually. i don't. i own nobody except olivia and paige and a few other minor made-up characters.
author's note: this was on mibba but i'm in the process of editing it. so if you wanna read the entire thing. let me know and i'll give it to you. or you can just wait until i edit them all and post them on here. xD either way. idc.
"Ugh, Jack make the line shorter. I'm hungry now. Can we cut them? Can we use your super stardom and move to the front?" There's one thing you should know about me when I'm hungry I will ramble about being hungry and ways to make me not hungry anymore. Most of the time I go ignored or someone smacks me. Seems so mean. "Can we cut? Or will the get me shanked? I bet it will. That would hurt. To be stab with a blunt object. Don't you know anyone up front? You have to know someone up there that will let me cut them." I looked up at Jack who had his phone pressed his ear. I frowned and jabbed him in his boney side, multiple times. "Are you paying attention to me?"
He let out an 'ow' and grabbed the side I poked him in, looking down at me. Which I hated it, it made me feel like I was a midget. Especially next to him, mister six foot two bastard. I was five-five but still, I hated when I had to crane my next to look up at someone. It made me feel like a lesser. I'm weird when it comes to height. "Actually no."
"You're an ass. What if I was talking about taking my life and needed you to calm me down? Here you are just talking away on your phone. Ignoring me. I could of ended my life right here and you'd still be talking on your phone. Who are you talking to?"
He sighed and removed his phone from his ear. "If you must know, I'm talking to Matt. Got a interview in like ten minutes. So, I gotta split. Think you can hold off on suicidal thoughts?"
"I don't know, I guess you have to wait and see. If you don't see on the bus tonight, you'll know and have to live with my life on your conscious."
Jack cracked a smiled and placed an arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards him and giving me a sideways hug. "Yeah but then you'll never get to see my pretty face." This could of been a nice moment but my head was like near his air pit of disgustingness that I'm sure didn't smell all that great. Now my hair was probably all up in it. I want a cold shower with lots of soap that smells like apples and bananas.
"I could so live without seeing your dinosaur looking face. I've seen enough of it to last a lifetime"
"Ow, That hurts me, Ol."
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away, his arm dropping back to his side. "Go away and do your stupid little interview that will probably end up on youtube for no one to see. Leave me all alone to rot and die."
Jack said while rolling his eyes. "I'll catch you later, Ollie." He called as he left me alone to suffer in this mile long line that wasn't moving. I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked away. It only made me pissier, if thats even a word. I'm not one who likes waiting for free food. It also made me want to punch whoever was holding up the line. Do they know of all the people standing out in the sun? While they chill in the nice shaded area of the tented sitting area, I'm back here dying slowly from the sun's cancerous rays that sun block was doing nothing against it.
Twenty minutes later I've reached my destination the food, I've never been so happy but my happiness was all but ruined when all of the food was hot. Hamburgers. French fires. I didn't want hot food. I wanted like sandwiches. Like..like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I looked at the first server, a young girl with straight blonde hair, perfect make-up, I instantly didn't like her which was wrong. I tend to judge people on how the look. It's a bad habit, I know but sometimes they way people look are just a version of their personality. This girl was probably a bitch and only did this job in hopes of scoring with some hot musician but hey, this is me assuming and trying to make myself feel better. Because compared to her, I'm like a pile of dog crap. There's gotta be something wrong with her, screw it. She has a drug habit. There. Now I feel like I better person. "Hey, do you have like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich back there?" I asked her, tilting my head off to the side.
She choose to ignore me. I frowned upon this. "Hello? Do you have peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" The blonde girl, just looked at me and shook her head. Apparently I wasn't worth a 'no'.
"You don't? Well shouldn't the people be warned? I mean no peanut butter and jelly? What is this world coming to? No pb and j. The media should be warned. The police should be informed incase people break out and riot. The president should be alerted, there is no peanut butter and jelly! He needs to go on tv and state this is a national emergency!" I think I was only do this to piss her off and because I'm in a bad mood and you know how misery loves company.
"That sounds pretty serious" Came a different voice off to the side. "Should the military be informed as well? Issue a code red?" A male's voice. I turned my head and there stood the boy I have always dreamed about whenever I day dreamed. Which is quite a lot. This was the boy I day dreamed about. He was there standing behind the buffet line, with rubber gloves on and a hair net but even still with all of that. He was bloody perfect. He'd have to be to end up in my day dreams. I slowly moved on down to him, moving with the line.
I nodded my head. "I think they should. This is a pretty serious matter. Everyone should be informed." God, I sort of felt like an idiot. I just started a rant over no peanut and butter in front of the star of day dreams and he may or may not be making fun of me right now. Just going along with but as soon as I leave, start making fun of me with the bitch with a drug problem...and daddy issues. Which whatever. I don't care. Least its behind my back and I don't have to hear it. If it was to my face, yeah that would suck and be a completely asshole thing to do. I swear, I will punch him if he is making fun of me.
He cracked a smile and shook his head. "I'm Andy." Andy held his hand out to me and then looked down at the rubber glove, quickly withdrawing his hand. "Sorry, That's probably not very sanitary."
I laughed softly. "Probably not. So, really, no peanut butter and jelly?" Hoping the girl was just lying to be a bitch. Which I bet she is, lying about her drug habit, do it for your daddy! Fuss up to it, missy!
"Sorry, not today."
I sighed, so the girl isn't a complete bitch but the drug habit is still completely up for grabs. "Guess I'll just have a burger...when I get there. If I ever get there." The line started to at the pace of a snail and I looked over at Andy. "Well, I'll see you later, Andy." I smiled at him, moved with the line, the slow moving sign.
"Do I even get your name?"
I looked back over at him as he was serving someone else. "When I get a peanut butter and jelly." I grinned at him. "So, I'll see you around Andy.."
starring: jack barakat
rating: pg-13. i love the word fuck.
pov: first person but sometimes i go to thrid person. hope it doesn't get confusing.
author: me! andicantspell
summary: olivia is just the sister of alex gaskarth who is forced to merch for his band.
disclaimer: i own jack. i do. my bad. actually. i don't. i own nobody except olivia and paige and a few other minor made-up characters.
author's note: this was on mibba but i'm in the process of editing it. so if you wanna read the entire thing. let me know and i'll give it to you. or you can just wait until i edit them all and post them on here. xD either way. idc.
"Ugh, Jack make the line shorter. I'm hungry now. Can we cut them? Can we use your super stardom and move to the front?" There's one thing you should know about me when I'm hungry I will ramble about being hungry and ways to make me not hungry anymore. Most of the time I go ignored or someone smacks me. Seems so mean. "Can we cut? Or will the get me shanked? I bet it will. That would hurt. To be stab with a blunt object. Don't you know anyone up front? You have to know someone up there that will let me cut them." I looked up at Jack who had his phone pressed his ear. I frowned and jabbed him in his boney side, multiple times. "Are you paying attention to me?"
He let out an 'ow' and grabbed the side I poked him in, looking down at me. Which I hated it, it made me feel like I was a midget. Especially next to him, mister six foot two bastard. I was five-five but still, I hated when I had to crane my next to look up at someone. It made me feel like a lesser. I'm weird when it comes to height. "Actually no."
"You're an ass. What if I was talking about taking my life and needed you to calm me down? Here you are just talking away on your phone. Ignoring me. I could of ended my life right here and you'd still be talking on your phone. Who are you talking to?"
He sighed and removed his phone from his ear. "If you must know, I'm talking to Matt. Got a interview in like ten minutes. So, I gotta split. Think you can hold off on suicidal thoughts?"
"I don't know, I guess you have to wait and see. If you don't see on the bus tonight, you'll know and have to live with my life on your conscious."
Jack cracked a smiled and placed an arm around my shoulder, pulling me towards him and giving me a sideways hug. "Yeah but then you'll never get to see my pretty face." This could of been a nice moment but my head was like near his air pit of disgustingness that I'm sure didn't smell all that great. Now my hair was probably all up in it. I want a cold shower with lots of soap that smells like apples and bananas.
"I could so live without seeing your dinosaur looking face. I've seen enough of it to last a lifetime"
"Ow, That hurts me, Ol."
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away, his arm dropping back to his side. "Go away and do your stupid little interview that will probably end up on youtube for no one to see. Leave me all alone to rot and die."
Jack said while rolling his eyes. "I'll catch you later, Ollie." He called as he left me alone to suffer in this mile long line that wasn't moving. I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked away. It only made me pissier, if thats even a word. I'm not one who likes waiting for free food. It also made me want to punch whoever was holding up the line. Do they know of all the people standing out in the sun? While they chill in the nice shaded area of the tented sitting area, I'm back here dying slowly from the sun's cancerous rays that sun block was doing nothing against it.
Twenty minutes later I've reached my destination the food, I've never been so happy but my happiness was all but ruined when all of the food was hot. Hamburgers. French fires. I didn't want hot food. I wanted like sandwiches. Like..like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I looked at the first server, a young girl with straight blonde hair, perfect make-up, I instantly didn't like her which was wrong. I tend to judge people on how the look. It's a bad habit, I know but sometimes they way people look are just a version of their personality. This girl was probably a bitch and only did this job in hopes of scoring with some hot musician but hey, this is me assuming and trying to make myself feel better. Because compared to her, I'm like a pile of dog crap. There's gotta be something wrong with her, screw it. She has a drug habit. There. Now I feel like I better person. "Hey, do you have like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich back there?" I asked her, tilting my head off to the side.
She choose to ignore me. I frowned upon this. "Hello? Do you have peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" The blonde girl, just looked at me and shook her head. Apparently I wasn't worth a 'no'.
"You don't? Well shouldn't the people be warned? I mean no peanut butter and jelly? What is this world coming to? No pb and j. The media should be warned. The police should be informed incase people break out and riot. The president should be alerted, there is no peanut butter and jelly! He needs to go on tv and state this is a national emergency!" I think I was only do this to piss her off and because I'm in a bad mood and you know how misery loves company.
"That sounds pretty serious" Came a different voice off to the side. "Should the military be informed as well? Issue a code red?" A male's voice. I turned my head and there stood the boy I have always dreamed about whenever I day dreamed. Which is quite a lot. This was the boy I day dreamed about. He was there standing behind the buffet line, with rubber gloves on and a hair net but even still with all of that. He was bloody perfect. He'd have to be to end up in my day dreams. I slowly moved on down to him, moving with the line.
I nodded my head. "I think they should. This is a pretty serious matter. Everyone should be informed." God, I sort of felt like an idiot. I just started a rant over no peanut and butter in front of the star of day dreams and he may or may not be making fun of me right now. Just going along with but as soon as I leave, start making fun of me with the bitch with a drug problem...and daddy issues. Which whatever. I don't care. Least its behind my back and I don't have to hear it. If it was to my face, yeah that would suck and be a completely asshole thing to do. I swear, I will punch him if he is making fun of me.
He cracked a smile and shook his head. "I'm Andy." Andy held his hand out to me and then looked down at the rubber glove, quickly withdrawing his hand. "Sorry, That's probably not very sanitary."
I laughed softly. "Probably not. So, really, no peanut butter and jelly?" Hoping the girl was just lying to be a bitch. Which I bet she is, lying about her drug habit, do it for your daddy! Fuss up to it, missy!
"Sorry, not today."
I sighed, so the girl isn't a complete bitch but the drug habit is still completely up for grabs. "Guess I'll just have a burger...when I get there. If I ever get there." The line started to at the pace of a snail and I looked over at Andy. "Well, I'll see you later, Andy." I smiled at him, moved with the line, the slow moving sign.
"Do I even get your name?"
I looked back over at him as he was serving someone else. "When I get a peanut butter and jelly." I grinned at him. "So, I'll see you around Andy.."